Whitebark Stream I make mountains out of stones

His tail swept to life once more, swishing with a newfound nervous excitement between his hocks as Dawn's attention turned to the unusual language he'd spoken. "Ah," he laughed, awkward, "my mother tongue. My family call it Russian - my ancestors hailed from such place." He stepped forward then, near enough to finally draw in a better sniff of her, though he did so subtly as he fell into stride alongside her.

"I meant to say 'thank you', for allowing me this chance," he smiled, somewhat bashful despite knowing he was probably more curious than judgemental or frustrated by the potential barrier.